I close my eyes.
‘I’m sorry, my neighbours tend to be fighting or fucking. Often both at the same time.’
‘Every night?’
‘There’s no rhyme or reason as to when.’
Reggie scowls at the noise and takes himself off to his bed, which is behind a dresser next to the boiler cupboard. The warmest spot in the damp flat.
Kat tilts her head, listening. A wicked smirk plays on her lips; clearly, she has devilment afoot.
‘Well,’ she says, taking a sip of her coffee and setting themug back on the floor. ‘We’ll have to give them something to compete with.’
She’s already getting to her feet, extending a hand to me. So similar to that day in the stream, yet so, so much different.
My throat tightens. ‘Kat?—’
‘What’s wrong, Liam…’ she says, taking off her top in one swift movement and dropping it on the floor. Her bra follows, and my mouth fucking waters.
She pulls me up, and I have her pushed against the wall in two seconds flat, her hands twisted into the front of my hoodie, my forearm braced beside her head. She’s laughing, which makes me laugh, which is an entirely unfamiliar sound in my flat.
She rips off my top, and I tug down her jeans, the sensation of her fingers on my skin a whole new level of intensity. In all our fucking, I’ve never undressed. Always so ashamed of the marks my body bears.
But now, I let her strip me of everything. Accepting that I am who I am, and she loves me anyway.
Less than a minute later, we’re both naked, and she pushes me back, taking stock of everything about me.
She forces me back against the wall while tracing her fingers over the patterns of my scars and the interwoven ivy tattoos. There are so many that my torso is nearly a covered mass.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she whispers, pressing her sweet lips to my collarbone.
My darling. Breaking me apart with her words, and healing me with her kisses. I let her trail her lips and tongue over my flesh, mapping it out like she’ll need to remember every inch.
The touch is so soft and gentle, such a difference from the intimacy I’ve had before. It makes me ache from my chest to my toes.
Then she’s knelt at my feet, kissing my cock with as much sweet tenderness. It thickens in her grip as her hot, wet tongue curls around the tip. With her blonde hair mussed and those blue eyes drinking in my every expression, I’m a goner.
She splays her hands on my hips and takes me into her mouth, and I see fucking fireworks. I love taking control, and fucking her as raw and roughly as she enjoys, but this is far more glorious.
The sweeter her touches, the more they gut me, until I can feel my eyes prickling. Crying during a blow job is a step too far for me to cope with, so I thread my hands into her hair and bring her mouth to mine.
She sways on her tiptoes until I spin us around, backing her into the wall.
‘I thought we were going to show them who’s boss?’ I say, sliding her wrists up the wall with one hand until she’s pinned on her tiptoes. I kick her feet wider and press my hand over her cunt, not grinding or fucking, but just holding her.
‘Whose is this?’ I whisper into her ear, before nipping at her neck.
‘Yours,’ she squeaks.
‘Show me how badly you want me to fill it up, my darling.’ I grind the palm of my hand against her, and smirk as she arches her back and whimpers.
‘Fuck me,’ she pleads, and I reward her by sliding two fingers into her, fucking her desperately slowly with them. I adore the way it makes her breath catch.
‘That’s it. Spread those legs for me. Such a greedy little cunt, huh?’
She tips her head back and pants, trying desperately to take my fingers deeper.
Greedy, greedy girl.
